One of my best friends whose name is Chris turned seventeen around a month before I did. For his birthday his father bought him a very nice and sporty looking car.

I now had it in my head, that I also wanted a car for my birthday. I told my parents that I would love a car for my birthday and they replied with, I bet you would! My dad worked for an accountants in Birmingham and my mother was a partner in a poster printing firm therefore they could afford it!

My birthday arrived and the main present they had bought me was a pair of trainers. I have to admit they were a quality pair of trainers, however I wondered where they had hidden the car. Unfortunately; or at least I believed it was unfortunate; there was no car.

A year later my eighteenth birthday was now approaching. I was asked by both my mother and father if I knew what I wanted. For the second year in a row, I replied that I would love a car. To my annoyance he seemingly laughed in my face and seemed to have absolutely no desire to ever by the car. The birthday arrived and as feared there was no car.

I waited a couple of months and then tried the head on approach. I spoke to my parents and told them that I needed a car, they agreed. My dad stated that if I wanted a car, I should go and buy one. I replied that I had no money, and he stated that I should start to save up then. I worked as a self-employed person offering link building packages and was not really earning a great deal.

I started to save and had to sacrifice many things. Eventually I bought a car. It was not exactly sporty but it was my pride and joy. I washed the car every weekend and am sure that I loved it ten times more than Chris loved his car, because I had earned it.

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